Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.